Everything that flies
touches the sky
I will not question
nor look for lies in the mouth of love
I confess my will to flight
care not what words will say
and so trust my wings
will unfold one day and fill
in your sweet breath
to rise immortal
through blue skies, through death
and to you
take me closer
How beautiful Simon, I know the feeling so well. I love your poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, like it, a wonderful write.